Luyện nghe bài hát The Night Josh Tillman Came to Our Apt.

Oh, I love the kind of woman who can walk over a man
I mean a god damn marching band
She says, literally, music is the air she breathes
And the make me want to fucking scream
I wonder if she even knows what that word
Well, it's literally not

Of the few main things I about her, one's her petty, vogue ideas
Someone's been told too times they're beyond their years
By every of distinction she keeps around
And now every insufferable
Features her patiently the cosmos
Of which she's in the

Oh my God, I swear this happens
Lately, I can't stop the wheels spinning
I so unconvincing
When I with her buttons

She blames her excess on my influence but gladly all my drugs
I found her with her best friend in the tub
We sang "Silent Night" in three parts was fun
Til she said that she sounds like Sarah Vaughan
I that soulful affectation white girls put on
Why you move to the Delta?
I obliged on when you begged me to choke ya